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November 16, 2010

Diary 18 / 29-years-old / NYC
Because my visits to see Giovanni have been so disastrous, I decide I won’t visit him as he works in Budapest. Which means a five-month separation. We’re not good together, we’re not good apart. So he takes a chance.

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October 21, 2010

Diary 18/ 29-years-old / NYC
When I was a kid, my mom taught me how to extract the sweet bit from a honeysuckle flower. I thought she was crazy, but I’ve spent the rest of my life in pursuit of these blooms. This is an entry from a time in my life when I was trying to write memoir (and it shows.) Also, I manage to say “flower guts” and “Hanky Panky” in one entry. Score.

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Sept 9, 2010

Psssst: there’s only 4 months of the project left! Have you submitted a story or reaction from your own life? Have you been thinking about it? Now’s the time… submissions@throwbackdiary.com. See what others have sent: Submissions

Diary 18 / 29-years-old / NYC
I’ve got that Almost-30 Feeling, and a fear I’ve lost too much of my 20s to depression.
Six years ago I was just starting to write non-fiction (outside of diary-keeping, of course.) A lot of the entries from this period take on a more essayistic tone. I was also reading a lot of “Calvin & Hobbes” [© Bill Watterson] and amuse myself with a metaphor about chasing tail.

Read the NYTimes article I reference: What Is It About 20-Somethings?

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Calvin and Hobbes ©Bill Watterson
“your tail still has a death-grip on your butt.”

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January 14th, 2011

Diary 18 / 29-years-old / New York City
I’m in a long-distance relationship with an Italian man I met while making a movie.  Giovanni and I have spent the past five years going between Rome and NYC to visit one another.  The visits are usually several months apart, and this is a particularly rough time.  I reference Joyce, my therapist (who I more fondly referred to as my “theralady”), a really phenomenal documentary called “The Protagonist,” and an email I sent to Giovanni (below.) This is a good time to say, yes: he knows about this project and fully supports it.

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January 14, 2011
January 14, 2011 email
January 14, 2011 email, going against my “No Nighttime Emotional Emailing” policy.
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